Possession - Poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

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THERE is a cloud above the sunset hill,That wends and makes no stay,For its goal lies beyond the fiery west;A lingering breath no calm can chase away,The onward labour of the wind's last will;A flying foam that overleaps the crestOf the top wave: and in possession stillA further reach of longing; though at restFrom all the yearning years,10 Together in the bosom of that dayYe cling, and with your kisses drink your tears.